Life After We Pt. 04

"The place we went, with Scott?"

"Yeah, maybe," she said pretending not to remember.

"Did Scott go with you?"

Jen didn't answer, pretending to be distracted by something Anna did. Then she looked over her shoulder at him and nonchalantly said "What do you think of it?"

Mike was tongue tied, his cock rock hard from looking at her. Somehow he managed to sound calm and said "I thought you were getting a bigger one."

Jen gawked at him but quickly recovered. "Yeah, well, whatever," she said dismissively. She stood and grabbed a short black leather jacket and said "I've got to go." She kissed Anna and gave her a big hug. With a fleeting glance at Mike, she said "See you later" and was gone.

Jen fumed in the back seat of the cab. "I thought you were getting a bigger one." What the fucked did that mean? That he hated it, so he was glad it was small? Or he wished it was bigger? She was so tired of his "enigma wrapped in a mystery" bullshit. Why couldn't Mike just say what he was thinking?

She glanced at Clint's ring on her right hand. She felt guilty. Clint was her boyfriend, she should be thinking about him, not another man, certainly not that shit head Mike. That was the problem with Mike, he was all drama. She had things all figured out before he turned up, her life turning around. Then Mike appeared and now everything was fucked up.

In the loft apartment, Mike played with Anna then read her a book. She fell asleep in his arms and he put her down in her crib.

His thoughts returned to Jen and he quickly got hard again. God she looked so good! She was just as petite as before, but now she had bigger breasts and curvier hips and ass. Her tits weren't as big as Jasmine's, but they looked ENORMOUS on her petite frame. With all her new curves, she looked like a sexpot Barbie doll instead of a young innocent ballerina! Especially with her blonde hair that she was wearing longer now, way pass her "bra strap line."

Mike put the chain on the door in case Jen got home early. He went into her bedroom, into her clothes hamper. On top was a bra and thong, the lingerie she'd worn to work. Mike looked at the bra. It was an entire cup larger than what she used to wear! He put the bra back and took the thong.

Where were her stockings? On a hunch, he looked in the trash can in the bathroom. There they were! As he'd suspected, there were runs in them and she'd thrown them away.

Mike laid down on Jen's bed (the bed that used to be their marital bed). He took out his cock, it was rock hard. He licked his hand and began stroking himself. He looked at Jen's thong. It was pink and lacy, barely a wisp of material. He put it to his nose and took a deep breath. He remembered her scent, a mixture of sweet muskiness and perfume. His head spun with lust!

He wrapped Jen's laddered, silky stockings around his shaft. He pumped himself up and down, keeping her panties over his face, loving the feel of the delicate lace and smelling the scent of Jen's sex.

As he masturbated he pictured Jen from this evening. He imaged touching and fondling those big tits. He imagined fucking her from behind and caressing her new tat as he banged her.

But then his fantasy shifted to Clint, her boyfriend who looked like Clint Eastwood. He imagined it was Clint groping her tits and fucking her like a horny dog.

Once again his fantasy shifted, to Leo. Now Leo was fucking her. "She's cheating on you Clint," Mike said in a low voice, continuing to stroke himself. "Leo is taking your girl, his cock's in her pussy, he's cucking you."

Then Mike's fantasy shifted to Drums. Drums was on top of Jen, stroking her silky hair. Jen ran her fingertips over his tattoos. "I got one for you," she told him, smiling into his eyes. "Mike hates it."

"But you got it anyway, right?" Drums said smiling triumphantly. "For me."

"Yeah, because he gave me to you."

"What an idiot," Drums said grinning at her. He cupped her bigger tits and gushed "Fuck I love these." Then he moved his hand to her pussy. "I love this too," he said pushing a finger into her. "When was the last time Mike fucked you?"

Jen thought about it. "I don't remember," she said with a giggle.

"So he gave me your pussy too?" Drums said with that triumphant smile again.

"Yeah," Jen said looking into his eyes.

Drums opened Jen's legs, positioning his cock at her pussy lips. "You need to wear a condom," she said.

"Come on, I'll pull out," Drums promised, kissing her. Jen didn't object as he pushed into her. "Fuck you pussy feels good!"

"God yeah," Jen said already panting. He was so thick!

"It feels better this way, bare," he said stroking in and out of her.

"Yeah," Jen agreed her cum face on. "But pull out okay?"

"I thought you're on the pill," Drums said.

"I am but I've missed some days," Jen said.

Jen was about to cum when Drums flipped her over. "I want to look at your new tat as I fuck you," he said. He grinned and then slapped her ass.

"Ouch!" Jen said, but she looked back at him and smiled.

Drums grabbed her curvier hips and began pounding her. It didn't take too long before she had her first orgasm. He fucked her through it, ramming her even harder. It was like he was going to fuck her right through the mattress! "Oh god I love this!" Jen moaned into the pillow, her pretty face smashed into the feathery softness.

Jen felt another orgasm approaching. She bit into the pillow as she eagerly anticipated the impeding pleasure of another climax.

Drums was close too, about to go over the edge. Jen's pussy felt so good, he didn't want to pull out. "You're on the pill right?" he yelled, his climax almost there. "We're gonna do this!" he yelled as his orgasm hit. He rammed his long thick cock as deep as possible into Jen, sperming her unprotected womb with his fertile seed.

Mike lurched and came, his jizz coating his hand and shooting up to his chest. He panted as he recovered from the orgasm. That was probably the most intense orgasm he'd had in a long time. He used Jen's ruined stockings and panties to wipe up his sperm. Luckily he hadn't cum on her bed.

Mike put his cock away. He held Jen's soiled stockings and panties. It wasn't like he could put them back where he got them, not soaking with his cum. He put them into his coat pocket. Jen wouldn't notice them gone, she didn't pay attention to details like that. This way he could use them later to masturbate again.

He carefully fixed Jen's bed so she wouldn't know he'd been there. Then he heard Anna crying. He rushed into the nursery. He picked her up and comforted her. His jacket was in the way so he took it off and put it on the floor. He rocked her and gave her a little more formula, and she fell back asleep.

Mike silently closed the nursery door (cracking it open a little so he could hear if Anna stirred again), then poured himself a glass of Highland Park scotch. He sipped it slowly as he only intended to have one. He didn't want to get drunk or even tipsy, not since he was babysitting Anna.

He turned on ESPN with the volume low, but he didn't watch the game. His mind was on other things. Had Scott gone with Jen to get the tattoo? Was she fucking Scott? Was she seeing Leo regularly? What about Drums, was she still seeing him? Did Clint know? Or was Jen cheating on him?

Mike thought about Drums. He told Jen not to see him. "I know you need sex. You can see other men, just not Drums." That was what he told her.

But she saw Drums anyway. Almost as soon as the government arrested him. She lived with him. She got pregnant with his baby.

But Sam said Jen had been fucked up. Worried about him, not able to do anything. Worried about Joe too, and stressing over work. Didn't it make sense she would go to Drums? After all, they'd been living together right before everything blew up. He pushed them together. He encouraged Jen to get close to him, be his "real" girlfriend. Wasn't he at least partially responsible for everything that happened next?

Mike sipped the scotch, thinking about these things. Then he realized it didn't matter anymore. What happened, happened. They both had moved on. He was with Jasmine, she was with Clint. It was like Nancy at Beekman High. What Jen did with other men wasn't any of his business.

Jen forced Mike from her head as she dined with Clint and his friends. Clint went out for a smoke and she went with him. She wasn't smoking anymore, even socially, she didn't want Anna around second hand smoke. But she wanted to keep Clint company.

Clint opened up her jacket and gazed admiringly at her chest. "You look amazing," he gushed. Normally with him, Jen wore heavier-weight or opaque tops where you couldn't easily tell she was braless. With this top there was no doubt she was braless. "Do me a favor?" he asked, stroking her back where her bra strap was noticeably absent. "Take off the jacket back inside."

Jen was practically falling out of the top. If she took off the jacket she'd be out there for the world to see. "You want to show me off to your friends?" she asked with a smile.

"I want them to see what I've got and they don't," Clint said with a grin.

Jen didn't get that. He wanted an open relationship. If she wanted, any of the men at the table could have her.

Reading her mind, Clint said "I'd rather you didn't hook up with my friends. You wouldn't want me with Allie, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," she said. "I didn't know there were rules."

"No rules," Clint said. "Just common sense stuff." He stroked down her neck and over her bare shoulder. "Have you been with anyone?"

"I thought you didn't want to know," Jen said with a laugh.

"I don't want details," he said with a smile. "You're my girlfriend, I want to make sure everything's okay. I care about you."

Jen smiled at him. "I haven't been with anyone, no," she told him. "I would like to talk to you about it though, the whole open relationship thing."

"Let's save it for later, we have to get back."

"Okay," Jen said.

Clint leaned in and kissed her. They kissed for only a few moments, but in that time he managed to squeeze and fondle her tits. As they returned to the table, Jen amusingly wondered if he'd done that to make sure her nipples would be hard when she took off the jacket. Another "look what I've got" message to his friends.

Jen knew it was also control over her, if she took off her jacket in front of his friends (at his request). But she understood how the male mind worked, especially for alpha guys like Clint. And she kinda liked being controlled, she had a submissive streak. As she sat back down, she took off the jacket, pretending not to notice the hungry looks on his friends' faces.

After dinner as they taxied to the loft apartment, Jen said hesitantly "I need to tell you something. It's really weird." She paused, having dreaded this moment all night. But she needed to tell him. "Mike showed up the other day. This is gonna sound really weird, but he's babysitting Anna."

"What, right now?" Clint said shocked.

"Yeah, freaky right?" she said with a carefree laugh, trying to make the situation sound like a meaningless, funny thing. But inside she was scared. What if Clint freaked? What if he insisted she cut ties with Mike? She knew that wouldn't be an unreasonable request, he was her boyfriend after all. She continued, "I guess – I don't know – he wanted to babysit Anna. I think he needs it for closure."

Clint was silent for long moments, thinking. Jen waited anxiously for his reaction. He finally said "I think you need it too, for closure. So I guess this is a good thing."

"Really, you think so?" Jen said breaking out into an incredulous smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You mister are one incredible man," she gushed. Then she kissed him again.

"So you're Mike Andrews, we finally meet," Clint said later in the loft apartment, pumping Mike's hand. "I'm Clint."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mike said giving him a smile. He noticed how Clint had his other arm possessively around Jen. His message was clear: "I'm a fair man, I'll be polite to you, but make no mistake, this girl belongs to me."

Mike pulled his hand away from Clint's and turned to Jen. "Anna's fine, she's asleep," he assured her.

"I'll just go check," Jen said. She kissed Clint and said "I'll be right back."

Jen went into the nursery and saw the baby was sleeping peacefully. She saw Mike's jacket on the floor. She picked it up to bring to him when she noticed something pink in the pocket. Pink and lacy. She reached in. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it was her panties and stockings from earlier that day. And they were sticky and smelled like sperm.

She instantly understood. Mike had rifled through her laundry and trash to find her worn lingerie, and he'd jerked off cumming all over them. The perv! What had he fantasized about? Her new tat? The shit! He couldn't bring himself to compliment her, yet he jerked off to seeing it.

What else had he fantasized about? Clint fucking her? Leo fucking her? Maybe the shit even fantasized about Frankie fucking her!

Jen suddenly realized her heart was pounding. She looked in the mirror. Her nipples were hard. She felt wet between her legs. God she wanted Clint inside her! She wanted Leo inside her! She wanted fucked!

Without even thinking, she took off her jacket. Her tits stood proudly on her chest, barely covered by the filmy material of her blouse. She put her soiled panties and stockings back in Mike's jacket. She left the nursery, leaving his jacket and hers on the floor.

"Hey baby," she said to Clint, melting into him. She saw both Clint and Mike held glasses of scotch. "Is there any wine left?"

"Sure," Clint said, pouring her a glass.

"Thanks baby," Jen said giving him a kiss. The kiss was brief, but she managed to give him some tongue for a second.

They sat down, Clint and Jen on the sofa, Mike on the chair across from them. Clint had his arm around Jen, holding her tight. Jen leaned into him, pressing her braless tits against his chest. She also casually stroked his thigh.

Clint and Mike seemed to be talking about Liberty-gate but Jen wasn't listening. She thought to herself "Do you see me with my new boyfriend Mike? See how handsome and strong he is? His cock is so beautiful. So long and thick. So much bigger than yours."

"Clint doesn't cum in my panties Mike," Jen thought to herself. "Clint cums inside me. He fucks me and then he cums inside my pussy."

Jen noticed Mike stealing glances at her, at her tits, at her feet (she was still wearing high heels), at her hand casually stroking Clint's thigh.

Clint caressed Jen's long blonde hair. She laid her head on his chest, as if tired. Inside she was thinking "Do you see Clint's arm around me Mike? Like I belong to him? Tonight he'll be inside me. He's going to fuck me so good. He's going to make me cum so hard."

God she was so wet, her pussy was throbbing!

"I guess it's late," Clint said, his arm around Jen, stroking her hair.

"Yeah," Jen murmured into his chest. She desperately wanted Clint to fuck her. But she wanted Mike to watch! Her mind raced trying to think of a way, but she couldn't think of anything.

"I guess I'll get going," Mike said. He was embarrassed as he stood up, as he knew his hard-on was apparent. He noticed Jen glance at him. Embarrassed, he hurriedly grabbed his coat from the nursery. He kissed Anna softly goodbye, and left.

Clint pulled Jen into his arms after Mike left, kissing her deeply. They made out for long minutes, tonguing each other. When he pulled away they both were gasping. "You gave Mike a show," Clint said cupping her breasts. She was practically spilling out of the daring scoop top.

"I thought you like showing me off," Jen joked.

"So you DID give Mike a show?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I guess I wanted to show him what he doesn't have anymore," she said. She quickly added "What belongs to you now."

He nodded, as if weighing her words. Then he abruptly pulled her to the floor, onto her knees. "This is what I want," he said pulling out his cock.

"Okay," Jen said, giving a laugh at Clint's aggressiveness.

"Now," he demanded. He put his hands behind Jen's head and pulled her face to his lap. Jen barely had time to open her lips before he was inside her mouth.

Clint thrust up, shoving his cock into Jen's mouth almost to her throat. Jen gagged and pulled away. "Not so rough honey," she said.

But Clint didn't listen. He grabbed fistfuls of Jen's blonde hair and roughly moved her face up and down on his shaft. She was gagging and saliva was running down her chin and neck, but still Clint wouldn't stop roughly fucking her face.

Jen understood what Clint was doing. She threw him for a loop, telling him Mike was back and was babysitting Anna. He didn't like the fact she teased Mike. More like, Clint didn't like the fact Mike was still important enough to her that she took the effort to tease him.

So now Clint was taking her back. He'd been a good guy about letting her get closure with Mike, but now he was exerting his will over her. He was showing her who she belonged to, who her boyfriend was.

Jen let him. She understood this was important to Clint. She didn't fight back as he practically gagged her on his big cock.

Clint pulled her off his cock and threw her onto the sofa. Like an animal he tore off her clothes. He jerked open her legs. He saw she was soaking wet. He positioned his cock at her pussy. Then he moved lowered, to her little puckered asshole. He considered fucking her ass. That would really prove she was his.

Jen didn't like taking it in the behind. She'd done it only a few times in her life, and had never enjoyed it (except the last time with Scott, but even then she'd only half way enjoyed it). But she felt guilty about thinking so much about Mike. She was with Clint now, he was her boyfriend.

Feeling Clint's cockhead at her asshole, she looked into his eyes and said "You can do anything you want to me."

Her words of submission seemed to ease the emotional tension in the room. Clint smiled and affectionately stroked her pretty face. He moved his cock from her asshole to her pussy. "This is what I want," he said pushing into her. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed as he made love to her.

Their love making was furious and intense. Jen was extremely passionate, moving her hips in sync with his thrusts, fucking him back. She fondled and caressed his body as much as he did hers, and desperately kissed and tongued him. She had an intense orgasm on Clint's cock, arching her back and digging her toes into the mattress. Clint came moments later, crying out as pleasure ripped through his body, his cock shooting sperm deep into Jen's body.

Afterwards Jen lay in Clint's arm, both of them panting. "That was incredible!" Clint gushed with an amazed laugh.

"It really was!" Jen said with a laugh back. It was easily the best sex they'd ever had together.

They kissed and hugged. As they held each other, Clint said "You were really into it tonight."

"I'm always into it with you Clint," she said rubbing his arm. "I love sex with you."

"You were more passionate tonight," Clint observed.

"Was I?" Jen said. She shrugged. "I don't know. I told you how I ended it with Frankie."

"You haven't told me details," he pointed out.

"I'd rather not, I don't like thinking about it," Jen said with a grimace. "It was ugly. I guess maybe I'm getting my mojo back."

Clint slowly nodded. He was skeptical but decided not to press it.

"That's kinda what I wanted to talk about," Jen said. "The whole open relationship thing. How does it work? Have you been with anyone?"

Clint nodded. "I have a few friends," he said.

"Fuck buddies?" Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess," he said smiling. Like a lawyer he said "They're friends, we share a common attraction."